Busty Babysitters Volume 1: Bribing the Sitter

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My mom," she replied. "Well, she started me off, but I absolutely love to cook and I've taken some classes at the community college already." John felt like his whole life was turning into Groundhog Day and the only thing he could think about was his barely-legal baby sitter. For God's sake, she was still in high school! Life used to be so much better and he never used to have deviant thoughts about young girls. H...uh..." John stammered. He started to shake and cough just like the old man in that famous book by Nabokov. Yes. That would be fine." John wondered if he could drive without sneaking glances over at her chest on the way to her house. A deer darted out from the trees and in front of John's car. He barely had time to brake and steer to avoid it. He managed to miss the deer but slid his car off of the road and into some brush on the side. Rachel screamed as the car came to a stop.

How...really...you like the Foo Fighters?" he asked, wondering how she had come to mention two of his favorite bands. I'd like to extend a special thanks to Pennlady, for her amazing help with editing. All mistakes in the story are mine and mine alone. There's only so much someone can do when trying to help a dumbass like me! Also, thanks to all of those busty eighteen year old babysitters out there! The rest of you, please enjoy!)I bet," Rachel replied. "I'm sure you would have been much happier at a Foo Fighters or Def Tones concert." Wow. Thank you," John said sitting down at the table and digging in. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten a hot breakfast at home. Kathy just decided one day that she was done cooking. Life used to be so much better and he never used to have deviant thoughts about young girls. As the weekend approached, Andrew decided that the problem was him. His whole attitude about life, his career, and his marriage was the problem. He decided that thinking about his babysitter was a direct result of his negativity. She was exciting and different. That was all. He would change and with his mental change he could change his life and his marriage and his job and everything else for the better. There had to be a way to break through to Samantha. She wasn't a bitch when he married her. They use to have amazing chemistry and went out and had good times together. At some point in time, things changed and it wasn't because they had kids. Their problems started before Samantha got pregnant. Andrew closed the door and went upstairs to finish getting ready. By the time he and his wife came downstairs, Rachel was busy playing with the children in the family room. He noticed that she had put on a long flowing cardigan that had three buttons buttoned that made her clothes look considerably more conservative. Andrew suspected that this was for his wife's benefit or was she just trying to mess with his head? You're welcome," Andrew replied. "You deserve every penny. Samantha and I are very happy with you. There is no one that we trust the kids with more than you."

John found himself smiling like an idiot when he got off the phone. She had a way of making him feel like an awkward kid fresh out of high school. He had forgotten to ask her if she needed another ride home tonight. Oh there you are, sleepy head." Rachel leaned out of the kitchen doorway. "We thought we heard you coming down the stairs." She held out a cup of coffee to him. After changing into sweat shorts Andrew slid into bed beside his wife. She had fallen asleep while he was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. As he was still awake his thoughts turned to Rachel and her attire and as he fell asleep he dreamed of his busty babysitter. The next morning Andrew woke with one of the hardest, most painful erections of his life. His wife had already left with the kids to meet with some of her friends. Andrew resigned himself to a cold shower. Not that Samantha would have done anything if she were present. Andrew took his shower but decided to relieve himself with his hand to make the day more bearable. Once he coated the shower wall Andrew finished cleaning up, grabbed his briefcase, and drove off in his car for Dunkin' Donuts to get his breakfast. Andrew pulled into the garage and arrived right on time as opposed to early like he preferred to. It was going to be a long day and it took Andrew most of it to clear his head. The opera was every bit as boring as John imagined it would be. He tried to put his arm around his wife a couple of times as they watched, but she brushed his hand off and gave him a look that told him how inappropriate he was being. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time she smiled at him, or laughed with him. He couldn't remember the last time they'd had a conversation that didn't entail her bitching at him for something. Thank you, that means a lot. I love them like they're my own. I would do anything for them and you." Rachel announced. Andrew noticed that she was starting to blush and was having a hard time meeting Andrew's gaze.Right... sorry. I... I'm just a bit wired still from the spin-out." Andrew states. His body was coursing with adrenalin, as much from Rachel as from the near accident. Andrew took a deep breath, forcing himself to slow down. He sets the cruise control at a modest 35 miles per hour and gets Rachel home in one piece. Andrew turns off the car and sighs. He has accomplished both his goals and smiles at the beautiful blonde beside him. Rachel says nothing, not that he is surprised. She unfastens her seat belt and got out of the car. She took only two steps before she turns about and came around to the driver's side, motioning for Andrew to lower the window. Andrew lowers the glass as she requests. Rachel tilted her head forward placing her lips by his cheek. Rachel placed his briefcase by the stairs and motioned for John to follow her into the kitchen. She had two plates on the table and two glasses of wine as well. I don't mind," Rachel said, beaming at him. "Have a great day Mr. Greene," she called after him as he walked out the front door. Now Tommy, his son, was a horny little lad. He was good looking at 5'-10" tall and in reasonable shape for the nerd that he was. He was a computer gamer, as many kids his age are, but he was also a porn addict. He just loved to shoot his load and there was so much free porn out there, that he couldn't resist the all-powerful rush he got from climaxing. His favorite models were those short, petite Japanese women, especially the rare ones who happened to have big tits. Damn, but he found big tits on a little curvy Japanese babe to be so very, very sexy. Andrew knew that he was turning red. He could feel it as it happened. This conversation was making it hard to concentrate on driving the gravel country road to Rachel's house. A flash of movement to one side caught his eye and he realized he should have been paying more attention to the road. A deer darted out from the trees and in front of Samantha's car. He barely had time to break and steer to avoid it. He managed to miss the deer but slid his car onto a spot that was all gravel. The moment the front tire hit the gravel the car lost its traction. Rachel screamed when the car spun out. Andrew heard her cries but was focused on regaining control of the car. He only had two thoughts on his mind... stabilize the car, keep Rachel safe.

Don't get me wrong, I don't like huge bowling ball tits, but I do love full, wide breasts that are, perhaps, one good cup size bigger than what most guys would consider big. I mean, a C cup on most women looks pretty damn nice, especially once they take their bras off, but a D cup is even better, and a double-D, if nicely shaped, can be just super perfect. When Andrew arrived home he left the car outside the garage as he wanted to walk up to the door with a good attitude and show Samantha that he was ready to make things better. That plan however went sideways almost immediately when he opened the front door and there, standing ten feet in front of him, was Samantha. His wife had a cross look on her face and she was standing in the foyer with two heavy bags and her hands on her hips. John's eyes drifted down to Rachel's heaving chest as she fought to control her breathing. It was mesmerizing. The rest of the weekend was non-descript and Monday came just a little too fast. The following week was a long exercise in de-motivation.Uh...that might not be a good idea," he said. "I don't want you driving home after drinking and I don't want your parents to think that we're...partying here or something. In fact, you probably shouldn't be drinking at all"